summer is here
and i do not have
plans,
morning
for the sea
a stroll
a dip
a splash
a sun bath
noon
for my favorite
resto
lots of sashimi and
sushi too
and green tea
nighttime
is dinner with you
red wine
pork steak
Arabian bread
candle light
Mozart music
carrot cake
stargazing
leaning over a steel rail
at the 10th floor
of the hotel
holding hands
talking about anything
no plans really
letting go
whatever
reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem